Lost Without You

Early Thursday Morning --
JT's House

JT's POV

I don't want to go to work today; I just want to stay right
here with Baby B curled up next to me. He's so cute. If I'd known that he had
feelings for me, I would have gone after him, instead of him going after me the
way he did. That's the lamest thing I've ever seen. Leaving a letter on
someone's car, that's so grade school. I must admit he was a perfect gentleman
this morning. He didn't try anything, well except for the morning wood he has
that woke me up, other than that, he's very civil in bed.

"Good morning," I say as he opens his eyes and look up at
me. "How did you sleep?"

"Good morning handsome. Sleeping in your arms like this was
very peaceful and pleasant," he says, sliding up in the bed.

"Oh? So I take it that you like sleeping in my arms?" I
ask him.

"Yeah I do JT; I hope I get to do it often." He tells me as
I lean down and kiss him on the lips.

"Maybe you will Brian, who knows." I tell him as he smiles
at me. Damn that smile could melt the Polar Ice Caps. "Damn I don't want this
to end, but it is a work day for me."

"Yeah I know, I don't want this to end either," he says
frowning at me.

"It's a little after six. I need to get a shower, some
breakfast and talk with Nikki for a bit. Would you like to join me in the
shower? That's if you can still be civil?" I ask him.

"Well...ah...I...ah...well...how do you expect me to be civil in a
shower with your naked body JT?" He asks me.

"The same way you were civil this morning handsome." I tell
him. "Well if you can't be civil, then you can have the shower after I'm
done. The choice is yours."

"I chose...I chose to wait out here until you're done. I
don't want to do anything that will offend you or piss you off and make you
hate or not trust me." He tells me as I gather my things and walk into my
personal bathroom.

"Suit yourself handsome. I'll be out in a few minutes," I
say, closing the bathroom door and walking over to the shower.

"God, I must be out of my mind for letting an opportunity
like that slip by..."

Sheraton Hotel -- Howie's
Room -- A Little Bit Later

"Joey you promised me," Howie states, speaking into the
phone.

"So what Howie, it's not like I'm married to you. I have
places to see and people to do. If you can't handle that then I don't know
what to tell you," Joey Fatone tells him on the phone.

"I don't even know why I believed you would be here today
Joe, it's just like any other time we make fucking plans. I hate you damnit!"
Howie shouted as his tears overtook him.

"You say that now, but I guarantee when you see me, you'll
be on your knees like all the other times. Stop being a whiny bitch and shut
the fuck up." Joey tells him.

"Whatever Joey, just don't talk to me again," Howie says,
putting the phone down on it's base. "Why me? Why do I always end up with the
stupid ass jerks?"

"Probably because you play the role of a guy looking for a
jerk D," Kevin says, walking into the room. "I'm guess you just talked to
Joey."

"Yeah I did, fucking jerk wad he is," Howie says, wiping at
his eyes.

"And he couldn't make it to come see you?" Kevin asks him.

"Like always, claims he's busy with other things for work,
but I know he's got some other guys around with him," Howie states, getting up
off the bed.

"Have you seen Brian? I just left his room and he's not
there," Kevin says, watching Howie move around in the room.

"No, I haven't seen him. It's really early and it's an off
day, I thought he would have been sleeping in or something," Howie says,
sitting back down on the bed. "Have you tried calling him?"

"Yeah I have, but his phone is going to voicemail," Kevin
says, walking over to the window in the room, watching Howie as he starts
crying again. "I wish you would find someone that actually loved you, not uses
you like Joey does. You deserve better than him."

"Yeah, that's what you said yesterday Kev. Problem is,
nobody else wants me. So until that change, I have to get what I can," Howie
says, turning over on the bed. "Just leave me alone Kevin. If I hear from
Brian, I'll tell him to call you."

"D come on man, don't get like this again. Don't be crying
over Joey." Kevin tells him, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to
his crying friend. "D, he's not worth your tears or a place in your heart."

Los Angeles, CA -- Freelance

Lance's POV

Dang, it's like four in the morning. Who in the world could
that be knocking on the damn door? Whoever this is better have a good damn
excuse for interrupting my fucking sleep. I'm tired and I don't think I've had
a good night's sleep in over a week. I'm putting my foot down and now. Work's
got to give.

"Who's there?" I ask, walking up to the door to look
through the peephole to see what looked like a man standing there. "Who are
you? What do you want?"

"Scoop open the door," the person says, leaning on the door
now.

"What in...Justin is that you?" I ask, opening the door as he
falls into the room, the smell of alcohol filing my nostrils. "You've been
drinking again."

"Baby what does that matter?" He asks me, as I help him up
and over to the sofa. "I've missed you Scoop."

"Yeah sure you have Justin," I say, walking back over and closing
the door. "How did you get here?"

"The taxi brought me," he says, burping loudly. Yeah he's
drunk out of his mind. I hate it when he's like this. "Baby come here, I need
you."

"No you don't Justin," I say to him, walking back towards my
room.

"Where you going baby?" He asks me.

"Where does it look like? I'm going back to bed," I say,
turning off the light in the room.

"Baby don't leave me, I need you, come over here and sit
with me," he says, patting the cushion next to him.

"Why is it that you only want to be with me Justin, only
after you've been drinking? Why is it that you can't want to be with me when
you're sober?" I ask him, tears welling up in my eyes. "Huh? Why can't you
love me when you're sober? Why is it that you're always drunk when I see you?
Is that you can only bear to see me when you're drunk?"

"That's not true baby, you know I love you," he says,
reaching out for my hand as I foolishly let him touch me. "I've always loved
you and you know that."

"You have a funny way of showing it Justin." I tell him as
he leans over and kisses me, the alcohol nearly killing me. "Justin stop it,
you stink. Go get a shower."

"I'll go shower if you come with me," he says, pulling me
over to him so that he could hug me again.

"Okay okay, I'll go shower with you. Just don't try
anything," I say helping him up off the sofa as he starts stumbling down the
hall towards the bathroom.

Van Nuys, CA -- The Cavanaugh Home

Jason's POV

Where the hell is that bitch? I've called her momma, I've
called her sister, hell I called her best girlfriend and I can't find her ass.
I don't know why she isn't here, but when I find her ass, she'll know next time
to have her ass here!

"I'm going to kill her when I find her! She knows too
much!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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DISCLAIMER:

I don't know any of the members of «N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned.
I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any
other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay).
This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that.
This is for entertainment value only folks.